Put me on a pyre

and watch me burn,

see the flames rise to the sky

because now it's my turn.

Don't let tears stain your face

and wash away the memories

that you can never replace

by all my broken promises.

Keep your eyes on me

even when my screams echo,

for soon I shall be free

and you will shortly follow.

We'll meet on the other side,

where among ash and littered bones flowers grow

and once again I'll be your guide,

but this time you'll already know.